But like a compass seeking North
And only known the dark because of that
By the lightning and the thunder
I have traveled beveled mirrors in a fly crawl
There lives in me a still sure spirit part
There lives in me a still sure spirit part
Waiting, waiting for the mercy of the cat
By the lightning and the thunder
Clouds of doubt are cut asunder
Clouds of doubt are cut asunder
But like a compass seeking North
I have seized death's door-handle
Losing the reflection of a fight
Shining from the compass of my heart
Like a fish out of the water
I have flown the frantic flight of the bat-wing
